BONUS EPILOGUE

“Foreshadowing.”
 

Five Years Later.

 

“Hey, baby.”

Over the noise of machinery, the radio and the unruly conversations of the men inside the garage, Hawk slid out from underneath the jacked-up car instantly as Gia knew he would.

The punch of love for her man landed square in the middle of her torso as she watched him rise to his full, staggering, gorgeous height. Tall, lean, full shoulders covered in his gray overalls stained in motor oil, his shorter hair tied back at his nape while he worked, he laid eyes on her and fireworks set off inside mid-section.

The love just didn't ever quit.

She beamed a smile like she hadn’t just seen him a few hours when they parted for the day.

He smiled that little smile of his. It reached his pale eyes.

The smile always reached his eyes nowadays.

Before Gia could say anything else to her man the small hand holding hers let go and their daughter yelled excitedly. “Daddy!” And took off running across the garage floor, pumping her little legs in her haste to reach her hero.

She treasured seeing their love. Hawk didn't hold anything back from his worship of their four-year-old daughter. Dressed in a pink tulle dress, flowered doc martin boots and pink striped tights, her stubbed pigtails bouncing on either side of her dark head. She had Gia's hair, but Hawk's pale blue eyes.

She also had Gia's cunning personality to easily wrap her daddy around her tiny finger.

Gia was so proud.

And he fell for it every time.

Gia grinned watching her husband go down on his haunches to accept the tight hug from his girl wrapping her arms around his neck. He avoided touching her, what with his hands stained in oil and grime, but he puckered his lips to receive a noisy kiss. “There's my Sunshine girl, did you have a good afternoon at school?” He looked over her head at Gia with a silent question. She nodded in reply.

“Daddy, I had clock-late.”

His mouth twitched, flipping his eyes to Gia, he trailed them over her slowly, heatedly, and with filthy love. Oh, how she felt the look. It reached a volume only they heard. “You did?” In the way that four-year-old Sunny did everything at a hundred miles per hour she went into the long tale of how she earned the candy by picking up all her toys from the living room floor. They were trying to teach her responsibility, it was hit and miss, what with Hawk being an absolute pushover.

“Hey, little bit.” He sauntered over, all hips and rugged face, he bent down and tapped their lips together, just a brief kiss and Gia wanted him.

Always.

Still.

Forever.

With her dying breath she knew she’d feel that bite of instant lust low in her stomach for him.

“We came to see you because....” she smiled, nibbling her lip, eyes lowered, and thank god for Hawk because her man knew. His inhale was so hard she was sure he'd pop buttons. He got the stare of fire in his eyes, the glance that melted her organs to mush and made her want to climb him like the fucking mountain he was and ride his face until she couldn’t breathe.

Breathing heavy against her lips he called out.  “Yo, Preach. Can you watch Sunny for a while?”

Gia giggled, turning red.

He was never subtle. And she loved that about him. Her no filter husband.

He'd drop everything at a moment’s notice if Gia wanted him.

And she wanted him badly.

Hard and impaled inside her.

His groin brushed against her hip and she sucked in a pleasured breath.

She had her hard wish already.

“Sure, not like I got shit to do.” Muttered Preacher standing over by one of the tool tables cleaning something with a cloth. He winked hello at Gia.

“I wants see my Seb!” Demanded Sunshine pulling on Hawk's leg.

He looked down at her. Gia was ready for his scowl.

The identical scowl on Sunny's face.

She was the epitome of her dad down to his utter feat for frowning.

“I thought you came to see me?”

“I did, daddy. But I yuvs my Seb.”

Oh, boy.

The honesty of a precocious toddler.

Sebastian Priest had always been my Seb since the moment Sunny could say it.

She claimed the boy, and everyone thought it was adorable.

Everyone except her daddy.

A laugh burst out of Gia when Hawk groaned, rested his forehead to hers. His masculine scent invading her senses and as much as she felt his plight, she had an agenda.

“Gia. She's going to give me a stroke. Make it stop.”

“She has a little crush, it's fine. She’ll be over it soon enough.” She soothed him with a caress to the back of his neck. And got him back on track by whispering. “I stopped taking my pill four days ago, baby.”

His head reared up. Eyes hot as hell burned her. “What?”

“I want you to put another baby in me.”

Being a head shrink, as he called her, Gia knew how to choose the most evocative words to stimulate Hawk's motivation, it wasn't quite manipulation. But she wasn't saying it wasn't either. He spoiled her in every way possible. Whatever she wanted she got instantly or he'd break his back to get it for her.

She was treasured and loved and worshipped and after Sunny was born she thought their little team was complete until recently she'd had yearnings for another baby from him.

“We've fucked how many times in four days Gia...” he stated in a hushed voice looking down at her flat belly.

She flashed a smile. She could tell him how many times. It started every morning long before Sunny woke them at dawn, he’d reach through the sheets and kiss the spot between her breasts and then he’d help her climb on top of him, so she could get at his cock. He loved watching her ride him.

“Maybe we should just ...you know... keep trying to make sure...”

“Fuck.” He hissed. The hardness pressed against her hip twitched.

He peeled out of his overalls with speed, leaving them in a heap on the garage floor, she clutched the front of his shirt, so desperate for that first kiss. “I'm taking you home. Not fucking you in the clubhouse. I'll put my baby in you bent over that armchair you love in our room.”

Romantic and filthy. That was her man.

“Hi, Pweaher! Hi, Cappy! I had clock-late! Hi Weaper!” Sunny did her usual greeting routine to the men here today. The men she loved like uncles.

“Hey, baby girl.”

“Hola, niñita.”

Reaper went down on his knees when Gia’s girl ran over to ask if she could see his son.

As that, the boy of Sunny's heart strolled in.

Hands in his pocket, dark hair messy on top of his head in need of a cut.

Shoulders folded in and sulking.

He shuffled over to Preacher who leaned his arm on the tool bench and looked at the boy. Any outsider would assume the boy was born of Preacher, he took on every mannerism of the older man by copying his slouch.

“What's up, kid?”

“Mom said I can't go to football practice.”

Preacher's brow rose, and Gia watched him try to hide his smile by rubbing his mouth “Why's that? Did you give her lip?”

Seb looked horrified like he’d swallowed spiders or said a curse word in church.

As Preacher probably knew.

Anyone could see they both adored every inch of Ruby and wouldn't upset her for anything, she was their world and those boys, revered her. If Ruby wasn’t happy then her boys weren’t happy either and they moved heaven and earth to make it right. “No, sir. Didn't do my chores.”

“What chores did you have?”

“Making my bed. Why I gotta make the dumb bed anyway, I'm gonna climb back in it in a few hours?!”

Gia chuckled. It made perfect sense.

“I know, son.” Preacher rested his hand on the small shoulder as if he totally sympathized, “but shit like that makes girls happy. And we want your mom happy, don't we?”

The boy huffed and nodded. “I'll do the damn bed.” Preacher chuckled and added. “Don't curse in front of your mom.”

As if she'd been waiting for center stage, Gia watched Sunny pull away from Hawk's leg, her man watchful as always for what their girl got up to, she trotted over, pigtails bouncing with her exuberance for seeing Sebastian, the boy looked down at her but at eleven Gia was sure he thought Sunny was annoying most of the time, though he never said so.

He was surprisingly patient with her neediness.

Sunny was best friends with Seb’s younger brother, Tanner Shane. Those two were thick as thieves being the same age. But it was Seb who held Sunny’s tiny heart. She’d drop anyone in an instant if Seb was around. Much to Tanner’s little-boy agony.

Now Sunshine Hawk, since birth always thought the world revolved around her, no idea where she got that from … she’d been the most pleasant baby and advanced toddler and thought her way was the only way.

She was a daredevil, often found jumping off the tallest dresser in Gia's room with a devilish gleeful laugh, and she had one great love and that was her Seb.

Not sure why she'd attached to the quiet boy, but from the moment she could walk she was following him around wherever he was.

Adoring him and forcing him to pay her attention.

Some kids had a blankie as a comfort, their Sunny always had Seb.

Pulling at his arm, she made sure his hand slipped out of his pocket before she slid hers into his. Seb shook his head but didn't pull away, he went on talking to his dad, holding her hand.

Hawk groaned and rested his forehead to her neck having seen his baby girl flutter her baby eyelashes at a boy, delighted her best friend was around.

“I'm gonna kill him, little bit.”

She laughed. “You're not.”

“I am.”

“Let's go home. I need you so badly, I haven’t thought of anything else all day but having you deep inside me.”

That's all it took to focus her man.

He bit her neck and called out. “You sure you're okay to have Sunny, Preach?”

He growled a little under his breath so only Gia could hear as Sunny stuck out her foot to Seb and the boy patiently got down on a knee to tie her little boot, smiling lovingly at him like he’d hung the moon.

Once he rose she took his hand again.

“Yeah, I'll take her home with us for dinner. Drop her back in two hours?”

Hawk looked at Gia who only bit her lower lip, cheeks hot, body ready for his taking. Hawk, breathing heavy, began rushing her from the garage, calling out. “Make it three.”

Gia laughed to herself as her man hooked a hand around the back of her neck walking them out to a promising fun afternoon of baby making.

She laughed because even as he grumbled and swore out a vendetta against a sweet little boy who just happened to be the focus of their girl’s prettifying affections, Gia knew in years to come that vendetta could possibly be a real thing.

But that was far away and the worry of Hawk and Gia from the future and right then all she could think about was the happiness in her stomach and the ache in her heart that told Gia she was content and adored too.

She curled into Hawk’s side, kissed the underside of his jaw and heard him grunt. “Keep it to yourself, little bit.” That meant he’d rut her there on the asphalt ground if she continued to tease him because as Gia Hawk knew, her man was still and always would be a savage.

A cold man.

One who still struggled with emotions.

He was deadly and feared in their MC world.

But most didn’t know what she did.

He was soft and a pushover and a cute, complete sap .... for his girls only.

And that made her the luckiest old lady in Renegade Souls history.

Clover Hawk came nine months to the day later.

Hawk was surrounded in his girl’s love.

And that included Khaleesi Stormborn.

Who also answered to Killer.